“You will never be completely at home again because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.” We’re home. But part of my heart didn’t come back....

We each have a story and I’d be willing to bet a few of your chapters show that you’ve experienced some deep, hard things. Moments that can’t be erased and memories that still haunt. Life change happened, whether you wanted it to or not. Things spiraled and got shaken...

In order to truly live, one must do one’s living amongst the breathing. I’m sure it’s been said more beautifully before, but those fourteen words sum up my November. After writing 31 days in a row on how and why every story matters, the well had run...

After four days in the mountains, I find myself back in the ‘Ham tonight. The air is cooler but the to-do list is still there. Who is it that said the more things change the more they stay the same? Yeah, that. But for four days I had a change of scenery and it...

This is a follow up to the recent post For The Girls With Thighs That Touch. We will not – can not – shrink back or shrink down just to please another. Sun streams in mid-morning and I stumble down the stairs after completing my morning work routine. There...

It’s splashed right across her face. The waves gently touch the shore as she stands half-hidden behind a palm tree, busying herself with sunscreen and sunglasses and one more do-I-have-everything? She’s wasting time. She’s gathering courage....